Only calling/texting/g-mail chatting me when you NEED something. And then, when I call you to say hi, or ask how your project is going that I did a huge favor for you about...you never call or email back.
It is like an advice/help Booty Call. I feel bad. And now, I don't want to help you anymore. Because you don't call me back.
Reciprocity, monsters!
Showing posts with label bad manners. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bad manners. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Internet Invitations
When I invite you to see me/my band/my theater show/my quilting bee....don't write comments when you decline my invitation about how you don't live in the city where I live, or aren't into theater shows. It is just rude. Just decline. If you want to send regrets for a real reason, or to say you will miss me or whatever, please do so. But don't send a rude RSVP, in any circumstance. It is way lame.
Peace!
Peace!
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Playing Pool in a Crowded Bar
Honestly, pool is fine with me. I often enjoy losing at pool.
What is not fine with me is when frat-y guys, or disaffected guys, or bankers trying to forget that next week they will be unemployed insist on playing pool in the middle of a crowded, crazy bar. If the bar has plenty of room, if there is room to walk to the bathroom, or to stand and talk to one's friends, then by all means: play pool. But don't ask me to move for "just a sec" every three minutes so that you can get that perfectly angled bank shot. Christ on a bike!
Don't think that this is only on the people who insist on playing pool in crowded areas; the bars are also at fault. Don't put a pool table in a small space, don't surround the pool table with bar stools, don't put the pool table near points of entrance or bathrooms. Terrible.
What is not fine with me is when frat-y guys, or disaffected guys, or bankers trying to forget that next week they will be unemployed insist on playing pool in the middle of a crowded, crazy bar. If the bar has plenty of room, if there is room to walk to the bathroom, or to stand and talk to one's friends, then by all means: play pool. But don't ask me to move for "just a sec" every three minutes so that you can get that perfectly angled bank shot. Christ on a bike!
Don't think that this is only on the people who insist on playing pool in crowded areas; the bars are also at fault. Don't put a pool table in a small space, don't surround the pool table with bar stools, don't put the pool table near points of entrance or bathrooms. Terrible.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Bossy Walking
My next post in a series about terrible urban behavior:
I used to work with a lady who was great, and a good friend, but who had a terrible habit of being a "bossy walker." When we would walk to lunch, or to run a errand during a break, she would literally walk me off the sidewalk. We weren't drunk (during the day), she was just a bossy walker. I would ask her to watch her step, and she would slowly but surely walk me into parking meters, other people, buildings, gutters and traffic.
For the love of God, this is bad behavior. Bad, urban behavior.
I used to work with a lady who was great, and a good friend, but who had a terrible habit of being a "bossy walker." When we would walk to lunch, or to run a errand during a break, she would literally walk me off the sidewalk. We weren't drunk (during the day), she was just a bossy walker. I would ask her to watch her step, and she would slowly but surely walk me into parking meters, other people, buildings, gutters and traffic.
For the love of God, this is bad behavior. Bad, urban behavior.
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